Yae Miko is a woman who, above all else, hates to be bored. The new and unique fascinates her, for this reason if no other. Waking up not in her bed at the Grand Narukami Shrine, but in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar place, if nothing else, is new and unusual. Therefore, it's interesting. Therefore, she'll reserve her judgment.
The first impression is certainly a striking one, however. It takes Miko only a few moments to realize that instead of her normal sleepwear, she's in something much fancier - and much more risque. The lace and sheer fabric leave very little about her body to the imagination, and while that's probably not very appropriate for a priestess, the alternative for the moment is nudity, so she decides to not let it both her.
She slowly takes in the room, getting a sense of her surroundings. Nothing like Inazuma. Nothing like anywhere she's ever heard of on Teyvat. Perhaps Fontaine? No, the color scheme is all wrong.
More importantly, there's someone in the bed next to her.
Her curiosity and her suspicion war for dominance in her tone of voice - she keeps her tone casual, but there's a bite of danger behind it, since she has been kidnapped, after all.
"I've heard stories about humans being spirited away to be the bride of a powerful youkai, but this is a little twist on the tale, don't you think?" She says, resting her chin idly in her hand, lounging out on the bed.
[IIa: Judgmental John]
The first time she'd gotten herself stuck in the elevator - itself a new curiosity, since she's only ever seen things like these abroad, in nations like Fontaine - it had come as an intriguing point for a story, if anything.
At the demand of the portrait, Miko simply crosses one arm over her chest and waves the other dismissively. "Oh, please. I'm a holy woman. I've never sinned in my life."
...her airy tone is hard to read, but surely that can't be true, can it?
[IIb: Hard-Up Maiden]
The second time Miko gets herself stuck in the elevator, however, it's a little more frustrating. For one, this is now the second time this has happened and so is entirely less interesting to her. For another, the potential of getting a good story out of their predicament is ruined.
The tall, rose-haired woman sighs dramatically. "Goodness, they really are single-minded here, aren't they? And here I thought I'd wind up with someone else confessing their every sin again."
Still, it doesn't seem like she's deterred, from the way long, slender fingers gently brush your chin. "Now then. This is a little forward where I'm from, but I don't suppose you'd like to wait stuck here any longer than we have to be, mm?"
[III: Chocolate Boxes]
An impossibly delicious sweet treat? That perks Miko's ears right up. An impossibly delicious sweet treat that, as far as she can tell, is free? How can she possibly resist?!
And yet, the scrum in front of the chocolatier is... not her vibe. Perhaps she could use force to muscle through, but that's so boorish. Hm. How to solve this problem?
A nearby unoccupied corner to duck around offers an answer to her conundrum. If you're nearby and watching, you might see what looks like an impossibly cute pink fox-like creature dash out from the corner, into the mob of people, and return a minute later - only slightly battered - carrying a box of the prized truffles in its mouth, returning around that same corner.
Were you to round the corner and investigate, however, you'd see just a woman with oddly similar hair color unwrapping the box, ready to take a bite of one of those heavenly smelling truffles to see if they're worth the effort.
She notices you, to the side. "Oh? Hoping I'd share?"
[IV: Slot Machines (Spicy)]
Miko is five centuries old. She's hardly a blushing virgin in any sense of the word. And yet, the sheer shamelessness with which this place indulges in its lasciviousness can't help but surprise her.
That said, she hasn't quite made the connections here she needs to properly scam people out of a free meal leverage them to her advantage. Which means, she needs money.
And, well, there's an easy way to do that, isn't there?
Her fingers grip the arm of the slot machine, until she notices that you're nearby. "Oh? Were you hoping to play? Well, I don't mind sharing, if you make it worth my while."
Yae Miko / Genshin Impact / New / OTA
Yae Miko is a woman who, above all else, hates to be bored. The new and unique fascinates her, for this reason if no other. Waking up not in her bed at the Grand Narukami Shrine, but in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar place, if nothing else, is new and unusual. Therefore, it's interesting. Therefore, she'll reserve her judgment.
The first impression is certainly a striking one, however. It takes Miko only a few moments to realize that instead of her normal sleepwear, she's in something much fancier - and much more risque. The lace and sheer fabric leave very little about her body to the imagination, and while that's probably not very appropriate for a priestess, the alternative for the moment is nudity, so she decides to not let it both her.
She slowly takes in the room, getting a sense of her surroundings. Nothing like Inazuma. Nothing like anywhere she's ever heard of on Teyvat. Perhaps Fontaine? No, the color scheme is all wrong.
More importantly, there's someone in the bed next to her.
Her curiosity and her suspicion war for dominance in her tone of voice - she keeps her tone casual, but there's a bite of danger behind it, since she has been kidnapped, after all.
"I've heard stories about humans being spirited away to be the bride of a powerful youkai, but this is a little twist on the tale, don't you think?" She says, resting her chin idly in her hand, lounging out on the bed.
[IIa: Judgmental John]
The first time she'd gotten herself stuck in the elevator - itself a new curiosity, since she's only ever seen things like these abroad, in nations like Fontaine - it had come as an intriguing point for a story, if anything.
At the demand of the portrait, Miko simply crosses one arm over her chest and waves the other dismissively. "Oh, please. I'm a holy woman. I've never sinned in my life."
...her airy tone is hard to read, but surely that can't be true, can it?
[IIb: Hard-Up Maiden]
The second time Miko gets herself stuck in the elevator, however, it's a little more frustrating. For one, this is now the second time this has happened and so is entirely less interesting to her. For another, the potential of getting a good story out of their predicament is ruined.
The tall, rose-haired woman sighs dramatically. "Goodness, they really are single-minded here, aren't they? And here I thought I'd wind up with someone else confessing their every sin again."
Still, it doesn't seem like she's deterred, from the way long, slender fingers gently brush your chin. "Now then. This is a little forward where I'm from, but I don't suppose you'd like to wait stuck here any longer than we have to be, mm?"
[III: Chocolate Boxes]
An impossibly delicious sweet treat? That perks Miko's ears right up. An impossibly delicious sweet treat that, as far as she can tell, is free? How can she possibly resist?!
And yet, the scrum in front of the chocolatier is... not her vibe. Perhaps she could use force to muscle through, but that's so boorish. Hm. How to solve this problem?
A nearby unoccupied corner to duck around offers an answer to her conundrum. If you're nearby and watching, you might see what looks like an impossibly cute pink fox-like creature dash out from the corner, into the mob of people, and return a minute later - only slightly battered - carrying a box of the prized truffles in its mouth, returning around that same corner.
Were you to round the corner and investigate, however, you'd see just a woman with oddly similar hair color unwrapping the box, ready to take a bite of one of those heavenly smelling truffles to see if they're worth the effort.
She notices you, to the side. "Oh? Hoping I'd share?"
[IV: Slot Machines (Spicy)]
Miko is five centuries old. She's hardly a blushing virgin in any sense of the word. And yet, the sheer shamelessness with which this place indulges in its lasciviousness can't help but surprise her.
That said, she hasn't quite made the connections here she needs to properly
scam people out of a free mealleverage them to her advantage. Which means, she needs money.And, well, there's an easy way to do that, isn't there?
Her fingers grip the arm of the slot machine, until she notices that you're nearby. "Oh? Were you hoping to play? Well, I don't mind sharing, if you make it worth my while."